The unique smell of burning wood fills the night wind, making the otherwise cool summer nights even hotter. People were dancing, and the sour taste of the inferior liquor was sprinkled on the grass with the exaggerated clinking of glasses. The men shouted loudly, while the ladies lifted their skirts and twirled, and the children screamed and banged between people.

Adrian thought that a relatively quiet tavern would be waiting for him, not a lively bonfire party.

Jessie opened her coat directly, loosened her blond hair, and pulled his arm into the crowd with ease. He rushed all the way to the edge of the bonfire, picked up two glasses of fruit wine that tasted a bit nosey, and threw down a few coins briskly.

"Please." He shoved the dirty wooden wine glass into Adrian's hand, his fingers drenched with the full wine. "Don't be rude-"

The former knight commander looked down and saw fine grass clippings floating in the cloudy liquor. Jesse drank half the glass as if he hadn't seen it, and then began to scour the crowd, trying to get himself a snack.

Adrian took a sip, his eyes fixed on the blond hair shining in the night. I don't know if Jesse chose this occasion deliberately, the overly warm and relaxed atmosphere here makes him a little at a loss, and he doesn't even know where to start.

Adrian Cross has met many people. It stands to reason that it is difficult for people to wash away the influence of one's birth - even if the situation has changed, there is always a trace of the past in the bones. He is good at grasping the clue, and taking it as the foundation, he slowly figured out the person in front of him.

Except this one.

He couldn't see where the other party came from, and Jesse Dillon could cut his accent anywhere when he was happy. He's slippery like a loach, forever avoiding temptation against him, and doesn't seem genuinely angry about anything. To be honest, Adrian could sense that Oliver and Ann were wary of Jesse - Ann, forget it, Oliver, who has always been good-natured, felt a little too wary.

Now that I think about it, it may be something like the intuition of the strong.

He has a deal with Nemo Wright and knows Nemo's identity. And no matter what his real body is, Nemo is undoubtedly an extremely powerful superior demon, so Jesse Dylan, who is the target of the transaction, will definitely not be weak. Considering how little Nemo knew about Jesse—

A fool would believe this guy is really only twenty-seven.

You might want to? Adrian stared at the pale blue back, what is your wish?

This may make sense, if one lives long enough - long enough to forget one's past completely, this elusive style does emerge. But there is one thing that is not natural, only one thing - people's desires tend to become thin and clear with age. But Jesse Dylan is not like this, he is a bit of a **** who has everything under control.

Adrian walked under a tree on the edge of the field, took a slow sip of wine, and wiped the grass clippings on his upper and lower lips. What happened not long ago seemed to shake before his eyes.

That was before the silent church collapsed, and the young sacrificers were crowding into two groups in the cage. Even in moments like this, they maintain tight boundaries. There's something wrong with arresting people at the border of the Three Kingdoms - it's hard to tell which side of the believer you're arresting.

The Ladists crowded on the left side of the cage, muttering prayers. The Mooneys huddled together on the other side, drawing complicated prayer gestures on their hands. They were at peace with each other, but the difference was clear.

"I've definitely seen this scene a hundred thousand times." Jesse muttered.

"I can get them out with a diversion spell. It's just that this place is too big, if it happens to be sent to the dead..."

"—or if it happens to get stuck in a tree, that's a lot of fun." The blond young man winked.

"You have an idea, don't you?" Adrian didn't have the slightest intention of joking with him, "Just now you promised Mr. Wright to send them away, that doesn't seem like a lie."

"Of course, of course." Jesse sighed, turning her back to the cage. "You are a fun killer, and I want to scare these unlucky bastards." After that, he knocked on the cage unceremoniously, interrupting the trembling prayers of the sacrifices.

The young people of the Rad Sect raised their heads, and their scattered eyes swept across Adrian's monk uniform, which suddenly lit up a little. And when those hopeful eyes swept across the emptiness of him, leaving only the ugly stitched front, that hope faded just as quickly.

And the believers of the Mooney religion just turned their heads and looked at the two of them, and continued to pray with complex gestures. The muffled voices of people drifted out of the cage, leaving a muffled hum in the spice-scented air.

No one called for help. People looked back, fixed on a point in the air that didn't exist, and continued raving and praying.

"Drugs." Adrian made a quick judgment.

"Not a drug." Jesse shrugged and turned in the direction of the cage. "Seriously, admit it, you're not a 'hero' who fits their fantasies, you should learn from dear Nemo—you're long overdue for a change."

People looked up again in a daze, but this time the hope in their eyes did not go out. Someone even reached out through the gap in the cage and caught a strand of Jesse's drooping blonde hair.

"The messenger of Zeni..." The young man said in a trance, staring into Jesse's eyes. "It's the messenger of Zeni."

"That's not it, ouch!" Jessie pouted, pulling back her hair in distress.

"The traitor who lost the holy emblem!" And when Adrian stretched out his hand, the man let out a nervous scream.

"You see, that's what they said."

"They are delirious."

"But that's the truth."

"..." Adrian looked helplessly at the blond young man, "Okay, tell the truth. It's time for you to save people, our time is limited."

Jesse glared at him angrily.

"Why should I compete with the young man who was drugged?" Adrian added, in his heart he felt that the other party's behavior of taking every opportunity to poke him was a bit naive. He even wanted to laugh a little.

"Okay." Jesse said loudly, "I'll give you the coordinates, you have to make up your mind, this might lead directly to death—"

"Coordinates." Adrian responded flatly.

Jessie smacked her lips, and a few seconds later, the smile returned to that pretty face. He threw a string of coordinates in the air: "Check it out, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Adrian didn't say much, just drew the coordinates into the magic circle. At the same time as the white light dripped from his fingertips, he could feel the opponent's power flowing into his body along the blood mark on the back of his neck - the power was even warm.

The white light dissipated, and the prison was empty.

"You believe me that much?" Jesse's eyebrows were raised high, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

Actually, Adrian thought of a few relatively bad scenes for a second. But now that he knows the strength of the other party, he doesn't want to waste too much time on these twists and turns. If Jesse Dillon wanted to play against him, he simply couldn't stop it.

This is a logical and rational inference. Personal feelings only delay time and interfere with judgment.

And his teacher, Mr. Mercer, was very dissatisfied with Adrian. This is something he has never figured out. The style of being completely loyal to reason is very suitable for his position at the time. It can keep him sober and rational, and will not be unable to grasp the hilt of the sword because of blood, and will not be blinded by personal feelings.

Abide by the principles, fulfill the promises, and look up to the glory. This was the whole life of Adrian Cross. And the current journey is nothing more than two points - atonement and keeping the promise. He promised Mrs. Edwards to live, then try to live as much as possible until this body decays.

"It's not 'alive,' my boy." But his teacher had told him so.

Adrian emptied the glass and yanked himself out of the recollection - Jesse Dillon had returned from the crowd with a honey snack in his empty glass and his other hand It was so full that there was even a hard biscuit sprinkled with yellow sugar in his mouth.

The beautiful face was so bright that it looked like she had won a big battle.

When Adrian discovered the true location of the sacrifice, this was the same expression on the face of the evil fortune teller. Jesse Dillon did a wicked thing - he perfectly threw the offerings into the ranks of the opposing religions, even though the knights of the Rad and Mooneys were nearby. Then he was overjoyed at the frozen expression of the former knight commander, like it was the funniest thing in the world—

As if contempt for everything in the world, but with pure and fierce enthusiasm.

He may never guess what kind of **** this person can do, just like he can't predict that he will save that piece of land Hailan. Adrian shook his head, silently decided to push back the questioning, turned his face away by the way, refusing to look at the other person's mouth full of snacks.

"I said." Jesse swallowed the biscuits in his mouth, picked up a honey snack, and looked extremely aggrieved. "This is our first date, can you be more warm? Look, if you stay so indifferent, I'm going to be taken away!"

The blond young man followed his fingers behind his back—the girls stopped dancing and were biting each other’s ears, looking at them with flushed faces.

Adrian looked calm and continued to lean against the tree on the edge of the field: "It's good."

"'Very good'? What about that over there?" Jesse raised her voice, increased the force of her movements, and almost threw the snack out of her hand.

Adrian followed the honey-stained fingers and looked at him, instantly tense - not far away, two judge knights were standing at the edge of the crowd talking in a low voice. One of them was looking this way and seemed to want to come over.

Why is the Judgement Knight here?

The two knights of judgment seemed to agree on something and walked directly in their direction. Whether it is taking out a weapon or fleeing, this distance will definitely arouse the opponent's vigilance, Adrian thought quickly, and then he was blown into his ears by a burst of hot air.

Jessie pressed him directly against the tree, her beautiful face pressed against his side. The blond youth's figure is not very strong, but it is also slender and strong. The blond hair swayed slightly with the night wind, covering the three leather buckles that were the symbol of the monk's uniform.

"Look." Jesse's voice came from very close to the ear, and the warm breath brushed against the ear, causing a numbness. "You need me now."

"You didn't wash your hands." Adrian lowered his eyes and glanced at the fingers of the other side pressing on his chest.

Jessie jerked her head back and looked at each other in disbelief: "Don't you have any other thoughts?"

After saying that, he slammed him again angrily, and moved his hand up as if in a demonstration, his honey-dipped fingers deftly slid away from the strict collar of the monk's uniform, and then all the way down—

"How?" Although the blond youth's stroking technique was very sophisticated, there was no frivolity in his voice.

"They hesitated." Adrian replied in a low voice, ignoring the hand that slid across the skin of his chest. "But still looking this way."

"It's close enough, can you speak your lips?" Jesse turned her head and bit on the side of Adrian's neck, her voice a little vague. He used a lot of force, and the knight commander could feel the blood slowly seeping out of the wound. "...you can definitely see what they're talking about."

"They're saying 'Well, that can't be Cross.'" Adrian dipped his fingers into the smooth blonde hair, his dark brown eyes as calm as ice. "But they didn't leave."

"Thanks to them." Jesse hummed, licking the **** toothmark.

At this moment, the tightly buttoned long monk's uniform was completely open, revealing the white undershirt and a large piece of skin on the chest. It is no longer possible to see the style at a glance. Adrian grabbed the other party's blond hair and pulled the other party's face away. From a distance, it looked like he was flirting, but his eyes were glued to the two judgment knights like a falcon, and he didn't mean to relax at all.

"'Sir Bishop is in a bad mood,'" Adrian put his face to Jesse's face and whispered in a very low voice. "'I don't know which **** is the bad thing, and the slander is on top. Why do the believers of the Mooney religion smash into the reserve team?'"

"'No way, the abyss is ahead, they can be regarded as temporary partners. We don't have to send people over.'" Jesse put his hand into the other's clothes and hooked Holding each other's thin waist, the two of them just turned an angle. "Yes sweetheart, I can understand that too."

"'In order to settle the group of people, I just lost a demon warlock. It's still a demon warlock with people, I hope it's not an important role.'" Adrian's voice sank . "...You did it on purpose?"

"Guess what?"

"'Yeah, I managed to catch a few silent knights, but I didn't keep a single one alive. Instead, the **** of the Mooney Sect caught one alive, and the bishop must be angry.'" Adrian continued to try to distinguish the movements of the two people's lips - the knights of judgement seemed to be planning to go further and had already started to turn their heads.

"'Supposedly an Orr himself, we could have taken over and executed... but it seems the gatekeepers have meddled?'"

Adrian tightened his fingers on the back of Jesse's neck, and the latter took a breath. "So you like to be rough!"

"That's it for tonight, Dylan." Adrian was still staring at the light-colored backs that were particularly eye-catching in the two nights. "We must confirm this information immediately."

"Oh." Seeing the judgement knights walking away, Jesse took a step back and adjusted her clothes. "Well, I gotta say, we had a really great time working together—"

He smiled smugly, and before the smile faded, the white spell pierced the night sky as they were so close to them.

"The abyss enemy attack!" This time they didn't need to distinguish their lips, and the judge knights shouted vigilantly, drawing their swords to protect the crowd. "Everyone, pay attention to evacuation-"

"They said 'it's the bishop's warning sign'-" Jesse looked back after watching the lively, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he read the whispers of the knights after the warning. "Honey, they say 'there's a big guy here'."

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